All language subtitles for CSI.s01e22_

I'll put it up front for you.

Everybody back.

The girls have arrived.
And looking fine.

I owe you one, Danny.

Deejay Scorpious
here, y'all.

Liquid mixing till the
sun goes tall.

Hey, I got to get back to
the bachelorette party.

What about you and me?
What are you talking about?

When we get the bride-to-be
sufficiently wasted,

I'm going to come
back for you.

You promise?
I promise.

G's up, ho's down.

You ain't quakin' and shakin' the
bacon, then you ain't even playin'.

Yo, y'all, let's kick it trance
style with a new test press...

from my boys from my-mo,
d-day bomb squad.

This place doesn't
have sprinklers.

I know. Hit the alarm.
You, hit the alarm!

Let's go.
Everybody out!

Everybody stay calm!

There's an exit over here.

This is Eric Delko, CSI.

There's a major structure
fire at Club Descent.

Northwest 7th and Main.

Open the door!

It's locked.
It's chained! Move!

Connie?!
Connie!

Hey! Have you got
any more of those?

No. I don't think it's
going to be enough!

Get the hell out
of here!

Connie? Connie?!
Connie, don't go that way!

No! No! Follow me!
The front door is packed!

It's bottlenecked up there.
There's just too many people.

Delko, that door
over there is open!

No way!

Come on over here!

Connie!
Connie!

Oh, my god.
Mandy, she's still inside!

I'm going back in.

Everybody stop!

There's an open
door over here!

Come this way!

Are you okay?!
Eric, where's Speed?

He's around back!
He's helping people out!

All right.
Fire Rescue's on the way!

Take my hand!
Come on.

Come on!
Let's go! Let's go!

Connie, wake up.

Come on, man,

we got to get these
people out of here!

Come on!

Everybody get away
from the building!

Get away from
the building!

It's about to collapse!

The building is about
to collapse! Let's go!

Keep breathing.

Deep breaths, ma'am,
deep breaths.

Get a blanket on her.

Get a blanket.

Hold these people back!

It went down so fast.
I didn't see a thing.

We'll figure it out, Speed.

We will find out
what happened,

and this building
will be our witness.

1x22 Tinder Box

Engine 32, get the area around
the north side of the complex.

Make sure any evidence...

that's tied to a particular
body stays with that body.

P.D. needs a list of the
victims and the missing.

Eric, I can't feel anything.

That's good, right?

I-it's okay, Connie.
You're going to be all right.

Just hang
in there, okay?

How is she?

I don't think she's
going to make it.

Come on.

The DJ's deck was
here, and, uh ...

that's the remains
of the dance floor.

Ceiling went up in minutes.

Any sign of accelerant?

Canines haven't alerted.

Nothing.

That's what I was talking
about over there.

Chained door.

So, if we have two
chained exit doors,

did we miss anything?

You know me better
than that, Horatio.

Permit was filed five months
ago when it opened.

Exits were free
and clear.

There was a
compliance issue.

A compliance?

A month back--

soundproofing.

Soundproofing.

Okay, Speed, we need to take
a look at that soundproofing.

Where's the owner?

He's outside
with Bernstein.

Quentin Haid.

I'll call you right back.

DJ Scorpius,

there's a lot of people
wanting to talk to you.

Yeah, well,
I'm right here.

You want to tell me
what happened?

You want to tell me
why you frontin' on ??

I'm not frontin' you,
all right?

I'm with Miami P.D.
The crime lab.

You look like you
got out pretty quick.

There's not a speck
of soot on you.

Yeah, well, I saw the flames,
and I bounced, Dawg.

I bounced.

Yeah, well,

who gave you permission
to use the pyrotechnics?

I use them
every weekend.

Man, they're just
like sparklers.

Just like Fourth of July.
Nothing ever goes wrong.

All it takes is one.

Excuse me,
are you the owner?

Yeah, that's me.

You ever hear of
a sprinkler system?

Didn't need them.

The club was
grandfathered in...

built pre-code.

Yeah, I bet you those
chained exit doors ...

were grandfathered
in, too, huh?

What'd you
expect me to do?

People were
sneaking in.

And dying to get out.

Fifteen dead;
fifty-eight in the hospital.

Were you trying to
get out of your lease?

What are you implying?

I'm not implying anything.

The average life span
of a club is six months,

and you were due,
my friend.

Now, do you have
an office we can talk in?

Inside.
Show me.

You have a flash burn
on your face, Mr. Haid,

which indicates you've been
in the presence of ...

an accelerant.

Are you a base-head?

I had an accident a
couple days ago.

Where's your coke?

I got rid of it.

It's a bad...
bad habit.

Ah, yes, and stupid.
Did it start the fire?

Why would I torch
my own club?

This is my life.

I got all my
money here.

I don't believe it.

Somebody took
my money!

It's just not
your day, is it?

I had $15,000.

Who else had
the combination?

Just one of my bartenders,
Johnny Brosnan.

Who happens
to be missing, right?

If you were robbed,
that safe is evidence.

Hang on.

Yeah?
What's up?

I'm, uh, I'm all right.
I'm here.

You need
to take the day?

Oh, no. I need ...

I need to work.
I need to be here.

Okay. I need that safe printed.
Okay.

Let's have Bernstein do some
background work on the employees.

Theft and fire.
Start with the owner.

Okay.
Good.

Hang in there.

Horatio.

I got a D.B.,
needs your attention.

Yeah, listen,

I'm in the middle
of something here.

Well, I've got orders
to grab you, pull you off.

Red ball, high-profile.

You've been, uh ...

requested.

Political or judicial?

Both.

Okay.

Your honor,

why don't you
tell me what happened.

The woman in
the bathroom.

Her name's Jill Susan.
She's a prostitute.

Is your wife out of town?

My wife died last year.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I don't have time
to wine and dine women.

Jill comes once
a week, same time.

Spends the night.

She got here right
before 11:30.

Usually by taxi, but
tonight she drove herself.

Car's in the driveway.

It's a BMW.

I'll run the registration.

Okay.

She seemed a
little disoriented.

Agitated.

She asked if she
could grab a shower.

A few minutes later,
I heard a loud noise.

I ran in.
She'd fallen.

I turned off the water,
called you guys.

Can you help me?

You know how
this looks.

I do.

Let's see if Jill's body
confirms your story.

They got you, too, huh?

Busy night.

No semen,
no defense wounds.

She does have
what appears ...

to be a fracture of
the frontal skull.

A lot of blood over
here on this faucet.

And that looks like
bloody mucus.

Check this out.

Looks like soot.

You get this from
smoke inhalation.

And I think I know
where it came from.

It's on her clothes, too.

Club Descent.

This lady was at the club.

Smoke inhalation's like
a time-release bomb.

You walk away and
think you're okay.

Soon, you're not
walking at all.

So, our body count is
up to sixteen.

Registered owner of the
BMW is Quentin Haid.

Let's impound that.

All roads lead back to this
club owner, don't they?

It's weird, Alexx.

I barely even knew
her, you know,

but I feel like I had
to pay my respects.

Don't apologize
to anyone, honey ...

especially me.

What was the
cause of death?

You sure you ... ?

A combination of
injuries led to her death.

People don't realize....

there are so many ways
you can die in a fire,

not always from flames.

Carbon monoxide poisoning?

No. She breathed
in superheated air.

A spasm of the epiglottis.

Scorched her airways.

She was a strong girl, Eric.

Made it to the
front door.

But human nature
got the best of her.

Fight or flight?

These people did both
at the same time.

Trampled her.

She's got three fractured
ribs, ruptured spleen.

You didn't even see it
coming, did you, Sugar?

I never even got
her last name.

She was one of the few whose
looks were preserved enough...

to match face
to her I.D.

Wilkes.

Connie Wilkes.

Thanks, Alexx.

Jill Susan was a
cocktail waitress.

Yeah, we know.

We checked out
her pay stubs.

Four thou a week
for three nights work?

You know what
we call that?

Yeah, a very good waitress.

A prostitute.

We got ahold of
your employee list.

two bartenders ...
one bouncer ...

thirty-three
cocktail waitresses?!

You were running girls out
of your club, weren't you?

Nope.

Yup.

Oh, yes, you were.

You were running girls,
and in fact,

even after this girl
survived the fire,

you had her go and
turn a trick.

That's who you are.

I didn't force her.

No, but you did
lend her your car.

I let her borrow it,
but now I want it back.

When can I get it?
It's been impounded.

You know, the thing I find
amazing about you,

is that you have not inquired
about her memorial service,

and yet you want to know
where your car is.

That's pretty salt
of the earth.

You know what?
You can go.

Go.

He can go?

Yeah, let's let him go.

Call the impound lot and tell them
not to let him on the premises ...

for twenty-four hours.

The old squeeze play, huh?

Yeah.

Hey, Danny,
you got my message?

Yeah.
You all right, bro?

Yeah.
Yeah, I'm all right. You?

Yeah, I'm all right.
So, you got to ...

you got to print me?

Money was stolen from
your boss's safe,

so it's just, uh,
standard procedure.

It's not a problem.

You're near the hospital.
I was heading there anyway.

I heard about that blood
drive, man, for the victims.

Yeah.

Danny, uh, you're
The Bouncer over there.

Let me ask you.

Did you know about
the chained exit doors?

Look ...

I didn't like Quentin,
but he did hire me, so ...

Look, he already
admitted to my boss...

that he chained the doors
to keep out sneak-ins.

Yeah, I probably should
have said something,

but he always told me he hired
me for my size, not my opinion.

Well, what is your opinion?

Quentin didn't care
about the club.

Just the women
and the money.

You know, sometimes when
he wasn't around,

I'd dump the place.

Dump it?
Yeah ...

to keep it under max
occupancy.

Make everyone go out,

then recount them when
they come back in.

All right, man.

We're, uh...
we're all done.

I'll see you around.

Take care.
You, too.

Is the fire talking yet?

A little.

We can't reconstruct anything
until the floor is clean.

There is a direct heat
source from the stage...

to the ceiling overhang.

The pattern indicates ...

that it was from the sparklers
from the pyrotechnics.

Well, the ceiling's twelve
feet from the floor.

The curtains ignited high,

and they burned,
dropped down.

There's remnants
on the floor.

I'll collect the fireworks and
the curtain remnants,

and H wants that
soundproofing stuff.

Okay.
Hey, look at this.

What?

I guess the DJ
recorded his shows.

The recorder's damaged,
but maybe the tape's okay.

Maybe that'll help us out.

You do the sound and
the soundproofing,

and I'll take care of
the rest, all right?

Deal.

Hey.
Hey, check this out.

So I took the audio tape
of DJ Scorpious,

I restored it,
I transferred it to digital,

and then, I brought it up
on the computer.

Listen.

Yo, y'all, let's kick it trance
style with a new ...

test press from my boys from
my-mo, d-day bomb squad.

Okay, can you, uh,

isolate the microphone track
and take away the music?

Great minds.
Already done.

Okay, this is what
the mike picked up.

Now tell me if you
hear what I hear.

Yo, y'all, let's kick it trance
style with a new test...

press from my boys from my-mo,
d-day bomb squad.

Amplify that last part.
Play it again.

Those are accelerant
vapors being ignited.

And the scent dogs
didn't pick it up.

So, it means it was something
they weren't trained for.

It wasn't gasoline,
paint thinner ...

any of the usual suspects.

Well ...
ethanol ...

oak tannins,
saccharum officinarum.

That's sugar cane.

There's one type of
alcohol aged in oak barrels,

distilled from
sugar cane.

Rum.

Well, imagine that,
alcohol in a club.

The curtain behind the DJ
was doused with the stuff.

Proximity, opportunity.

Why are you guys
trying to grit me?

I'm telling you right now,
straight up,

I had nothing
to do with this.

All right, first of all,

let's go ahead and
drop that street thing,

okay, because we know
that you're from Aspen.

There was rum poured on
the curtain directly behind you.

You were the first one out
of the club, Mason.

It just doesn't look good.

Don't you think I know people
paid money to see me spin,

and now they're dead?

I've got to sit with that
for the rest of my life.

I did not pour the rum.

Well, you did something.

Yeah. I kicked over one
of the fountains.

After it went off, I tried to stop
the fire, but it did not work.

It made it worse,
so I bolted.

What kind of pyro do you use?

Standard, eight by ten.

Can you clarify?

It, uh, burns for eight seconds,

and it shoots ten feet high.

Nine-volt triggers it.

Ignites black powder and
titanium particles.

It practically burns cold, man.

I mean, the tip of a
match is hotter.

You can put your
hand right in it.

Yeah, but a spark's
a spark,

and you seem
to know all about it.

Yeah, sparks are
show business.

I'm in show business.

Fire's a no-go.
I just play.

Okay, well, do us a favor,

and play close to
the sandbox, okay?

Did you sign off on
the soundproofing?

Not specifically.

Okay, Ronnie, we are
not in a court of law yet.

Yes or no?

On the reinspect last month,

we found egg crate material
that wasn't flame-resistant.

Told him he had two
weeks to replace it.

Went back, follow it up.

Receipts checked out.
He upgraded.

Did you retest?

It's like a fix-it ticket.

Show of proof,
gentleman's agreement.

Our guy is no gentleman.

Check out this burn damage.

Yeah. Char's too deep.
Something's not right.

Good news.

My people will be able
to figure out why.

If I somehow had
any part in this ...

Let's not go there till we hear
back from trace, all right?

Yeah.
Okay.

With the room clean, we can
finally make some headway.

Check out this burn
pattern on the stage floor.

I guess the DJ was telling the
truth about that part of the story.

He kicked one of
the fountains over.

Well, he said the sparklers
shot up ten feet.

Ceiling's twelve,
so that's a little bit of give.

So the pyros kicked in,

sprayed sparks towards
the ceiling onto the curtains,

and then ignited the
vapors from the rum.

Hey, Calleigh.

Look at that.
That's a pour pattern.

Somebody poured rum
on these curtains ...

from here ...

...to there.

This room hasn't
been cleared.

You guys get anything?

Check that out.

End table burned up
from below.

That's interesting.

Fire originated at the
DJ's station,

climbed up and outward
across the ceiling,

maintaining a high burn,
but in here ...

in here, the burn is low.

High burn in there,
low burn in here.

Linked by a
common accelerant.

You guys smell that?

It's burnt flesh.
It's everywhere.

Yeah, but it's more
pronounced in here, isn't it?

Excuse me.

A lot of drop down
right in this area.

Speed, you want
to help me with this?

Whoa.

This could be the
missing bartender.

Maybe he got caught in
here during the fire.

Maybe he started it and
got caught in the middle of it.

No, there's an awful lot
of blood for a burn victim.

Yes, it certainly is
a lot of blood.

Someone could have started
this fire to cover a murder.

Victim was stabbed.

He's got multiple incised wounds,
surrounded by contusions.

That, and the
inconsistent pattern,

tell me they weren't
from a knife blade.

A broken bottle?

Could be.
Let's see.

Here you go.

Colored glass.

Amber.

A shard may have
punctured his liver.

Stabbers usually cut
themselves in the act.

Okay, so that means we're
going to have to sift through

every piece of debris that's
been through this area.

It's separated by
rooms outside.

I'll go.

No soot in his
nose or mouth.

He stopped breathing before
the fire broke out.

Guess he didn't start it.

Well, we can't
assume that yet,

but what we can say ...

is every time we
eliminate a suspect,

another one pops up.

Hang on.
Yeah?

Squeeze play's paying off.

The impound lot's getting a lot of
grief from our buddy, Quentin Haid.

How many times has
he been there?

Going on four.

How you doing?

Real good, thanks.

Car's ready.

Where is it?
Inside.

Okay. Give us a
minute, will you?

You betcha.
Thanks a lot.

Ready?

Okay, Pete has
released your car.

You got to sign.
Right there.

It's one garage to the back.

It's all yours.

They say ...

That patience is a virtue.

And it looks like the cash
survived the fire, huh?

You got a warrant?

Don't need one if
it's in plain sight.

And I see over
$30,000 there.

Not fifteen, like you said,
so what's up?

I thought the bitch might
have stolen it out of my safe.

And you know what?
I was right.

Here's the problem
with that scenario:

We found over twelve sets
of prints on that safe,

all you.

My own prints on
my own safe?

Big deal.

You do that every night,
don't you?

Squirrel away a chunk so it
doesn't show up on the books.

Just like you did last night
before you torched the place.

Never happened.

Why don't you let me
decide that?

In the meantime,
I want you to hear me.

If I find out you did this,

if you hired somebody
to do this,

if you stood there and
watched while it happened,

I will get you.

So, right now,
I will settle for pandering,

but I want you to
think about Jill ...

while you're being booked.

Hands behind your back.

Got the door?
Yeah.

All right, right
behind you guys.

Body's clear.
Room's all yours.

Tim?

What?

You okay?

Look at this.

So it doesn't close.

It's weighted.

Should close by itself,
but it doesn't.

And it didn't
the night of the fire.

I was able to get out
because it was open.

Light shined through.

I remember trying to get
people out of this exit,

but it was too close
to the flames.

What are you getting at?

Somebody left the
club in a hurry,

right before the fire and
forgot to shut the door.

And maybe, just after he
stabbed our bartender.

Yeah, the only problem
is any blood ...

would be too
degraded by the fire.

But if you were the first one
out once the fire started,

you probably touched the
blood when it was still wet.

I didn't have any
blood on my hands.

Wait a minute ...

I remember thinking
that this was hot.

I used my sleeve.

You still have that shirt?

Well, the blood sample from
Tim's shirt did have DNA,

but no hit in CODIS and
nothing to match it to.

Finished running background
on the club employees.

Check this out.

Danny Maxwell,
our Bouncer.

No criminal history,
no pyro past, but get this:

He's a three-time loser.

Applied three times
over the last year ...

to Miami-Dade
Fire Rescue.

Rejected all three times.

Whoa, back up, okay?

I saw this guy run in from the
front and try to put out the fire.

I mean, he pulled
bodies with me.

Well, he does know the layout of
the club and all about the doors.

And that blame would
go to the owner or the DJ.

He started the fire so he
could pull people out...

because it was his
dream to be a hero, right?

And in the middle of it,
he stabbed his witness:

The bartender.

I'll get a warrant for his DNA,
and I'll work him.

Hang on to that, Speed.
Eric?

Eric, you have the
relationship with this guy.

You can do it.

Yeah.
All right.

Um, what about
the warrant?

He said he was going
to give blood today, so ...

Okay, but remember.

We are dealing
with a firestarter,

and they can be very,

I repeat, very
unpredictable, all right?

Oh, hell, Mr. CSI.

I must be in big trouble now.

How's it going, Danny?

Well, I had to wait in
line half the day.

You here to give?

No, no. I got to ...

I got to get myself
psyched up.

I, uh, never donated
blood before.

I think I get enough
on the job.

Okay, you can sit up now.

Easy.

Apply light pressure
on the arm.

See you again
in eight weeks?

I'll be here.

So how's the
investigation going?

It's looking like an accident.

Possibly negligence.

Your boss was into
some pretty shifty stuff,

so we're bringing him up
on a few charges.

So that's why you're here.

We wanted to see if we
could count on you to testify ...

as to what you
saw at the club.

Definitely.

That's great.

Well, uh, Danny, would
you mind going down to CSI,

giving my boss
a formal statement?

Whatever you need, man.
Appreciate it.

I think I'm going to stay ...

and donate some
blood, do my part.

That's great.

You could save three
lives with one donation.

I'll see you there, man.

How's it going?

Well, the piece of
soundproofing you gave me

was indeed
flame-resistant at one time.

At one time, but ...

But we've recovered some trace
and the soundproofing ...

was covered with it.

The Fire Marshall did say there
was a compliance issue and

that he ordered the owner
to get the flame-resistant foam.

The receipt backs that up.

Well, Mr. Compliance did in
fact get the safe stuff originally,

but he altered it with things
like acetone, propane,

other ingredients,
if you get my drift.

I get your drift.

I'd love to be there
when you tell him.

His insurance guy's
going to love it even more.

He's not in custody?

His attorney popped
him out this morning,

and the first call he
made was about his policy.

Toni.
What do you have for me?

News you can use.

Blood from the
shirt Tim gave me ...

matches the sample you
got from the blood bank.

Okay, that's good.
Thanks.

H.

All signs point to
Danny Maxwell.

You want to run him
over the coals?

It's your interrogation, Eric.
But, uh

... you've gained his trust.

Now use it on him.

Kill someone?
I saved lives.

Eric, you were there.
You saw me.

I-I should be getting a medal,
not the third degree.

That's an ironic
choice of words.

Look, Danny, prove us wrong.

Show us the palms of
your hands.

He's not going to do that,
'cause he's hiding a cut...

from stabbing the one
witness to his crime.

Look, it's okay.
Really, it doesn't matter.

We found your blood on
the back exit door.

So?

So that puts you back
there before the fire...

and after you
stabbed the bartender.

But how would you even
be able to match my ... ?

I see.

Guess you didn't
donate blood after all.

You took it.

Your trash;
my evidence,

along with a rejected
application to Miami-Dade Fire.

"Nothing in this
applicant's profile ...

stands out sufficiently to
recommend him for employment,"

etcetera, etcetera.

You started the fire
to be a hero ...

so you could finally
get into the department?

I'm really sorry that didn't
work out for you, pal.

You doused those curtains ...

and then you timed
it just right ...

so that when
the pyro sparked,

it would light your fire.

Alcohol isn't typically
used as an accelerant...

because the vapors
aren't as strong ...

as those of a heavy
hydrocarbon, like gasoline.

You knew that.

You knew the dogs wouldn't
pick up on the scent, also.

Somebody else did.

Danny?

What the hell are you doing?

Yo, y'all, let's kick it trance
style with a new test...

press from my boys from my-mo,
d-day bomb squad!

You thought it was just
going to be a nice little fire,

and you could race
on outside ...

and come back in
and put it out.

You just don't ...

understand.

I was born ...

to be a fireman ...

like my ...

like my dad,
like my grandfather.

I was born to help people.

Yeah, well, a real firefighter would've
known that there are a hundred...

variables that can turn a controlled
fire into a chain of disaster,

... starting with the
flammable stage curtain.

Yeah, and the fact that the DJ
happened to kick one sparkler...

into your accelerant ...

and light the place up
like a tinder box.

This way!
Get to the door!

And the club owner
happened to chain the exits.

It's locked!
It's locked!

I needed to stand out.

Yeah, well, I guess you
stand out now.

Hi.

Hey.

I'd like to donate blood in
honor of Connie Wilkes.

Sure.

Would you like a notification
card to be sent to her family?

No, no, that's okay.

It's just for me.

What did I do now,
park in the red zone?

We've been
able to prove ...

that the fire was
set intentionally.

Your bouncer,
Danny Maxwell,

will be held responsible.

Ah, so you were
wrong about me.

Not entirely.

This is a piece of soundproofing...

that you spray-painted
to pretty up your club,

in defiance of the
Fire Marshall ...

and defrauding your
insurance company, right?

If any false information
were filed intentionally,

or alterations made to the
property without consent,

the policy will be negated.

So you will never,
ever get insurance again,

and you will never
open another club.

And even if you manage to
stay out of jail, which we doubt,

you'll spend the next ten to
twenty years in and out of court.

Last count, sixty-seven
plaintiffs ...

filed a wrongful death
civil suit against you.

And I know at least one judge
that will love to be there for that.

Horatio.

Hey, Ronnie.

You okay?

What's the matter?

I'm going to resign.

Wanted you to be
the first to know.

Ronnie,

you could not have prevented
what happened in there.

All those souls, Horatio ...

I understand that, but we
need more good men,

not less, and now more
than ever, you know that.

About the guilt?

Ronnie ...

Ronnie, the guilt
keeps us sharp.

It makes us better.

Now, will you at least
think about this?

Thanks, Horatio.